Short Stories Part Four.

When I was age three, we lived in a small bedsit, the building was three story high.

One day there was a fire. We lived on the second floor. On the third floor there was a couple. With the fire crew below, they asked them to jump. The Husband jumped and lived and his Wife was too frightened to jump and died in the fire.

To this day, every time I smell fire, this does not include Bonfire night, I automatically get a feeling of fear.

It does not make sense, for now I am in my sixties. The smell of unplanned fire, brings me straight back to that fateful/fearful night.

The Mind and Memory is Strong!